Had to swallow a tough pill
Struggling to understand it still
You looked out for the new kid
Saved my whole year, you did
Rest in peace, my friend Phil
Living in baseball hell
Turning every W into an L
Every move backfires
Turning contenders into liars
Will any Mets rise for that final bell?
Look for beauty in small things
And any happy tidings
They're there if you look
Sometimes in a book
And remember there are no kings
Getting punked day after day
Need any hope, just a ray
The coach is a lame duck
The GM is clueless as fuck
The 'Fins just can't find their way
It's that time of year
When the salt air feels near
Saying goodbye to summer
Is always a bummer
But the beach helps me hold back each tear
Last time ...
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